“Too long to go without holding you,” I tell her. “I would dream about having you in my arms. Ache for it. Only to wake up back in a world without you. I would have given anything. I’ll still give anything.”
Her face scrunches up as if she’s in pain. “Wilder, every time you say something like that … it makes me want to run in the other direction. Don’t you understand that the last thing I ever want is to see you hurt.”
“I do. And the feeling is very much mutual. But I don’t want you here with me because I was able to distract you. Or because the way you feel about me made you give into temptation. I don’t want you to step out of this shower and decide you’ve made a mistake and try to leave me again. You’ve trusted me with your secret. Now trust me to know what’s best for me. You’ve done the worrying from the start. Hand it over to me for a while. The only thing you need to think about right now is whether or not you love me.”
“You know I do.”
“Then let me show you.”
I dip my mouth to hers, but before our lips touch she murmurs, “Your song. The one you sang tonight.”
“That was Rook’s idea.”
I kiss the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, and I brush my fingers up her side, mirroring what she did to me. I keep sliding up until my palm meets the curve of her breast, and then I put my lips to her ear and sing her the song how I wrote it. Not angry. Not hard.
I’m caught up, turned around
Inside out, and upside down
Just to know you, honey. All to know you.
Her hand slips up into my hair, and her lips meet my chest as I sing. I drag her closer, and our bodies rub together, wet and wanting. I let my hands do what I’ve been dreaming about, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples. I slide another between her legs, and she’s already hot and wet when I run my fingers through her folds.
She gasps, her mouth opening wider against my chest, tongue dragging over sensitive skin. She works her way farther up my body, and when her teeth bear down just for a moment at the base of my neck, I lose every ounce of patience in my body.
“Fuck, Kalli. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her mouth moving along my collarbone.
I grit my teeth. “I don’t know if I can be gentle. Not right now. Not with you wet and up against the shower wall.”
“So don’t be.”
I hiss out a breath when she sneaks a hand between us to circle my cock.
“You can still say stop,” I promise.
“I’m not going to.”
“But I’m in control this time. And I’m going to touch you. Every single inch.”
She pumps her hand along my shaft, squeezing tighter when she gets to the tip, and I decide she’s had enough warnings. I pull her off the wall and spin her so that her back presses to my chest. My erection presses into her lower back, resting just along the upper curve of her ass. I circle my index finger around the tip of one breast while my other hand dives between her legs. Her body arches against mine, and she rises up on her tiptoes, a soft cry escaping her mouth. I bend my knees and my cock slides down to the valley between her thighs.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
She does, pressing her ass back into me, while curving her back and tilting her head to look at me.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“You’re mine,” I say, unable to control myself. “I don’t care if you are immortal. As long as we’re alive, it’s you and me.”
“You and me,” she promises.
I reach down and adjust myself so that the tip teases at her entrance. She moans, rising on her tiptoes again and pushing back against me. I press into her slowly, and each tight inch makes me lose my breath. I curve a hand around her, stroking her clit, and she tilts her hips, opening herself up a little more. I pull out halfway, and then drive forward until her body is flush against mine.
Kalli’s hands slide on the wall, her body lurching forward so that she’s almost standing again, and the change in angle makes me shout. She’s squeezing the life out of me in the best possible way, and I lean forward, laying my hands atop hers on the tile. With my mouth at her ear, I say, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She nods, whimpering slightly.
“I need to hear you. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Please.” She wiggles her hips, but I’ve got her crowded too close to the wall to move beyond that. “I want you to fuck me.”
I grind my hips into hers, and her head falls back against my shoulder.
“Oh gods.”
I laugh. She’s said that before. The night we had our last shower together. I thought she’d just misspoken.
I must pause too long in thought because she wiggles against me, making a noise low in her throat. I trail my hands from her hands all the way up to her shoulders, then I follow the shape of her back until I get to the slight indent of her waist. My hands fit perfectly there, like we really were made for each other. I pull her back a little more, so that I can slide in and out of her easily. With my grip tight on her waist, I withdraw until just the head of my cock is inside her, and then shove forward. My legs slap against the back of her thighs as I repeat the motion. Kalli’s arms waver under the force until she starts to rock her body back to meet me.
It’s fast and hard, and Kalli meets me every second, right there with me. I whisper to her as we move, snippets from songs that I’d written for her, about her, because of her. Her body clutches at mine, reminding me again and again that this is real. She’s here.
Too soon, I feel my body tightening, on the edge of release, and shorten my thrusts, keeping my body close to hers. I bend, tasting a drop of water that sits in the valley of her spine, slipping my hand down again to press at the bundle of nerves to bring her with me. I circle my fingers softly as I rock my hips into hers. She clenches tight around me, and I curse, just barely managing to hang on.
“Come on, baby. I need you to come with me. You feel so fucking good around me. I can’t hang on much longer.”
She bucks into me, trying to get there.
“Don’t think I’m done with you. Once you come around my cock, I’m going to take you across the hall and lay you out across your bed. I’m going to drink every drop of water from your skin.” I curl a hand over her breast, squeezing in time with my thrusts. “I’ll start here,” I promise. “I’ll use my tongue and my teeth, and I make sure your tits know how much I missed them. Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed like I promised, so that I can have my fill of tasting you. I’ll push your thighs to the mattress and make you come with my mouth until you can’t anymore. Then I’ll push inside you again and work on proving you wrong.”